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Party Nights

The Stag Night
(Bachelor
Party)
Jongleurs
Comedy Club, Manchester
Saturday, July 20th 2002

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The Hen Night
(Bachelorette
Party)
Franco's Restaurant, Cleveleys
Friday, July 19th 2002

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Order of events:
- Met up at the pub on a warm evening.
- Almost murdered coach driver for being 40
minutes late.
- 'Forced' to drink an extra pint before setting
off as a result.
- Proceeded down motorway at almost impossibly
slow speed. Was overtaken by caravans and old
women.
- Had the inevitable Liverpool vs Man Utd argument.
Luckily, fights avoided due to early time of
evening.
- Arrived in Manchester. Secured all wallets
(and pants).
- Swiftly avoided some other men who were taking
a fancy to members of our party.
- Entered club, ordered 12 pitchers of beer,
equalling a ludicrous 48 pints (which took about
40 mins to pour).
- Laughed at excellent comedians. Our party
avoided any abuse, unlike another group of ugly
guys nearby.
- Earned sore throat through laughing so much.
- Club became a disco. Danced to cheesy tunes
(including the dreaded 'Oops Upside Your Head').
- Left club. All members were at least partly
conscious.
- Staggered into Chinatown. Went to the 'Wong
Shu' restaurant. Apparently, it does not mean
'wrong shoe'.
- Got back on coach (much to the delight of
the restaurant staff no doubt).
- Travelled home at slightly higher than walking
pace. Talked about a load of rubbish, as is
expected.
- Got to bed at 4.30am, successfully managing
to avoid sleeping on the stairs or in the bath.
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Order
of events:
- Began getting ready mid-afternoon.
- Drank a few alcoholic beverages at the same
time
- Attempted to destroy ozone layer with large
quantities of hairspray and perfume.
- Visited local pub (The Queens), wearing home-made
badges (just in case we forgot our names later!)
- Everybody put on their silly hats, including
flashing tiara's and cowboy hats.
- Boarded taxis to Franco's. Taxi driver was
very frightened by large group of women.
- Indulged in 3 course meal. Luckily, nobody
started a food-fight.
- Managed to avoid eating too much - important
with only a week to go!!
- Lots of free drinks meant a very rowdy bunch
of women. New records for gossiping were set.
- Went back to Fleetwood and the infamous Harlequins
nightclub. Amazingly, it costs to get in!
- Laughed at several cheesy, desperate men.
- Burnt off hundreds more calories with our
funky dancing.
- Returned home, while attempting to deafen
the poor taxi drivers.
- Finally got to bed, and it actually took less
than a day to recover - not bad!
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